Dusk approaches the Nebraska Sound, the mother Platecarp (Mosasaur of the short faced variety) managed to birth one child before she died of exhaustion and blood loss. She collapses on the rocky seabed and immediately begins to pass, her mouth held agape by the current. A Dryptosaur patrolls the shoreline in search of the ghastly smell’s source, when it notices a pair of diving birds popping in and out of its line of sight just 15 feet off shore, with pieces of red flesh in their toothy bills. A free meal unguarded.
It begins to enter the water to snag the carcass as the tide begins to shift and the water becomes turbulent. Now no longer touching the bottom, it awkwardly paddles toward the diving birds who know see this new threat and disappear into the waves. The Dryptosaur feels the sensation of blubbery scaly skin and attempts to dig its claws into the Platecarp in order to not drift away from its dinner, with little success. The frustration continues as a cocky adolescent Pterodactyl plunges into the water and emerges with another baby in its mouth. The Dryptosaur’s attention has shifted to escape at this point. There are far larger and more dangerous creatures in this sound than Platecarps..
Taxa: Dryptosauridae (Appalachiosaurini?) sp., Plesiolatecarpus planifrons, Pteranodon longiceps, Baptornis advenus, Lepisosteus sp., Xiphactinus audax (cookie if you can find him).
Took about 5.5 hours to complete.